It was morning when Peter woke up. He was in Tony Stark's old bed, spooning his former mentor's half-naked wife. All that separated Peter and Pepper's bodies was the thin fabric of her light blue dress, which had bunched up just above her waist over the course of the night.
After taking another round of fucking from Peter the night before, Pepper Potts had barely been able to stay conscious. She had been quite literally fucked senseless. Rather than taking that as his cue to leave, though, Peter had carried Pepper up to her bedroom, shut and locked the door behind him, and gone to sleep with her in the bed that she and Tony used to share.
He felt dirty doing so, but the chance also made him hard enough to consider waking Pepper up for her third round of sex that night. He didn't go that far. But he did tuck his dick in between her legs and wrap his bare arm across her tits.
That was the position he woke up in Wednesday morning. The dim light of the new day was barely shining through the bedroom windows — illuminating Pepper's freckled skin in its pale glow. Peter leaned back just a little to admire the form of her mostly naked body, the way it curved and formed a silhouette that brought his primal urges right to the surface.
Peter had know idea why it took Mr. Stark so long to realize what a catch Pepper Potts was. If she had started working as his assistant, it wouldn't have taken him even a week to bend her over her desk and make her his. None of that mattered, though. Pepper was his now, and as Peter took in the sight and sensation of her sleeping soundly in his grasp, he felt himself getting hard again.
He was stiffening in between her legs — his cock sandwiched perfectly between her milky thighs and the lips of her well-fucked pussy. Not one to miss an opportunity like this anymore, Peter lightly cupped one of Pepper's tits in his hand and gently began to massage it — rolling her nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger. At the same time, he started to tenderly trace a line of kisses along her shoulder and neck — going up and down — as he started to grind his dick in between her legs.
Peter relished the feeling of Pepper's skin rubbing against his and the way he could feel the goosebumps forming on her arms as well as the pillowy warmth of her thighs. He couldn't help but growl into her neck as he picked up the pace of his pelvic thrusts. As he did, he felt Pepper's body begin to react to his movements — her hips were rolling just a little in time with his and her pussy was starting to get wet even though she herself hadn't woken up yet.
She was getting there, though. As Peter continued to massage her body with his, he could hear small, incoherent moans starting to escape Pepper's lips. He buried his face into her neck, savoring the sensation of her red hair pressing against his cheeks and forehead as he kissed, licked, and sucked on the skin beneath her chin and ear.
"Mmmmmm," Pepper moaned as she slowly brought one of her hands up to caress Peter's head. "That's one way to say good morning."
"Good morning," Peter replied, lightly biting her ear and squeezing her hips with one hand as he continued to rub his dick along the outer folds of her warm cunt. "I want you so bad," he added.
"Mmmm… I want you, too," Pepper murmured back, her eyes still closed. "But… what about Morgan?"
"She's probably still asleep. And even if she isn't, she can wait for her Mom to get up," Peter responded as he moved his right hand from Pepper's exposed breasts up to her neck and slowly turned her head to face him. Her eyes were still shut and sleepy, but she didn't resist as Peter lightly pressed his mouth against hers and began to softly make out with her.
Her lips were dry and slightly chapped, but Peter didn't mind. It just gave him more of an excuse to rub his own tongue along them — wetting them and making love to her mouth at the same time. In this moment, Peter felt an unexpectedly deep connection to Pepper Potts. He wasn't just getting ready to fuck her. He was making love to her — molding his body around hers and embracing the way that their forms moved and pressed together.
"If you insist…" Pepper whispered back, giving in to Peter's advances.
Her young lover only smirked in response, lightly biting her lower lip as he continued to let his tongue dance with hers. Their breath smelled and tasted of the wine from the night before, and that sensory reminder of his latest conquest flooded first Peter's nose and then his mind.
With his left hand, he squeezed Pepper's hip again — eliciting a soft mewl from her lips — before using it to lift her top leg. Peter used the sudden separation between her legs to pull his hips back and retract his cock from the warm embrace of her thighs. He adjusted the angle of his hips and then slowly pushed forward again until he felt the tip of his cock — precum already dripping out of it — press against the moist folds of Pepper's pussy.
He moved his right hand from Pepper's chin to her throat and wrapped his fingers around it. He applied the tiniest bit of pressure — gently squeezing her airway at the same time that he pushed through her vagina's entrance and enveloped his cock in the molten-hot embrace of her wet, contracting cunt.
He moaned into Pepper's mouth just before she pulled away and gasped. "Oh… GOOOODDDDDDD," she groaned. "You're so big. I can't believe how much you fill me up."
"I'm starting to think it's what this cock was made to do…," Peter remarked as he kissed Pepper's cheek and kept her facing him with his one hand still squeezing her throat. "Filling up your tight little pussy feels better than you could possibly imagine."
"Really?" Pepper remarked with a small smile. "Because I think I have a pretty good idea…"
As she said it, Peter felt her roll her hips back into his — pushing the last inch of his cock inside of her until her pussy's outer walls were pressing against the base of his eight-inch dick. Peter could feel her juices leaking out around his penis and leaving wet marks on the skin of his pelvis. Just in case he needed any more proof that Mrs. Stark was just as turned on as him in this moment, there it was .
For several moments, Peter was content to just let himself stay exactly like that — unmoving and sheathed fully inside of his mature, MILF lover's fuck hole as it squeezed and did its best to milk his cum out of him before he was ready. But it wasn't long before Peter grew antsy. So, after brushing some of Pepper's hair out of her face and kissing her again, Peter began to slowly roll his hips.
He wasn't so much pulling himself in and out of Pepper as he was grinding inside of her. The movement kept most of his cock inside her cunt at all times — retracting and reinserting only two or three inches with every full rotation of his hips. He was in no rush. He was, on the contrary, enjoying the slow fucking that he and Pepper were performing together… in the same bed she once shared with Mr. Stark, no less.
Peter could tell by the slowly quickening of her breath and the increasing number of moans escaping Pepper's lips that she was enjoying herself, too.
"Does this feel good?" Peter asked with his lips only an inch away from Pepper's.
"Yes," Pepper whispered back with a nod. "It feels amazing."
"And…" Peter continued as he moved his left hand from Pepper's leg to the gap between her thighs and searched until his fingers found her exposed clit. "… How about this?"
Pepper mewled and let out a high-pitched shriek — spasming in Peter's ironclad embrace — as he began to rub her clit while he continued to grind his cock along her inner walls.
"Yes! Yes! That feels so good! Keep going, keep going," Pepper breathlessly moaned. "Choke me harder!"
Peter flexed his fingers around her throat. "Say please," he playfully commanded.
"Please! Please! Choke me harder! I'm so close!" Pepper immediately begged.
Peter obliged, tightening his hold on her throat as he also picked up the pace of his slow grinding and his fingers' movements on her clit. He felt Pepper's body start to buck against his — fighting desperately to break free of his hold so that it could lose itself in an uncontrolled, orgasmic wave. But Peter refused. He flexed his arms — pinning her body in place as he continued to squeeze her throat and rub her clit.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm so close! I'm close!" Pepper whined with a small rasp as her eyes shut tighter. "You're gonna make me cum! You're gonna… I'm—I'M—FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"
Pepper's mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her back and her midsection jerked violently in place, and Peter felt her pussy clamp around his cock as she came. He watched out of the corner of his eye and even saw a stream of Pepper's juices spray out of her cunt — coating his hand and her bedsheets.
He paused all of his movement and let Pepper's orgasm overtake her as he kept her writhing body pinned against his. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen a woman cum so much or so intensely before, but the way her hot, sopping wet cunt gripped and massaged his cock was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.
He would have, too, if he hadn't felt like he'd only have one chance to cum this morning before Pepper let the rational mom side of her personality put a stop to their morning fun.
He remained frozen in place and watched as Pepper's face turned a bright shade of red and her silent scream eventually gave way to a high-pitched moan that Peter classified as both incredibly sexy and adorable. When her orgasm had finally run its course, Peter watched her eyes flutter fully open for the first time all morning. Her blue eyes looked deep into his as a big smile spread across her face.
"That was incredible," Pepper murmured as she leaned up and gave Peter a small peck on the lips. "Thank you."
"Anytime," Peter responded with a laugh.
"Did you…?" Pepper asked. Peter shook his head, prompting her eyebrows to furrow. Peter felt her push her hips back against his again and watched as the movement made her eyes briefly roll back.
"Well, as fun as this is…," she purred. "… You should really hurry up, or else I might be the only one who gets to cum this morning."
Peter raised his eyebrows. "Is that right?" He asked.
Pepper bit her lips and nodded. "Be careful what you ask for," Peter said with a smirk.
Before she could think up a response, Peter let go of her throat and pulled his cock out of her pussy. In one fluid movement, he rolled Pepper onto her stomach, moved her so that they were both positioned horizontally on the bed, and then raised her onto her knees at the same time that he knelt behind her.
He placed both hands firmly on her hips and shoved his cock all the way back into her welcoming cunt. In doing so, he prompted another low, guttural moan to escape Pepper's lips. "So… confident ," she gasped. "For good reason," Peter responded.
He proceeded to fuck Pepper Potts like his life depended on it.
There was nothing gentle or slow about what he was doing. He was drilling Pepper's cunt with long, fast strokes. Her bedroom became filled with the sounds of their hips smashing together and his balls slapping against the top of her pussy — conveniently tapping her clit each time he finished another full stroke.
Beneath him, Pepper was unleashing one consistent string of moans and tiny "ohs" and "fucks" that were driving Peter crazy. His eyes briefly glanced toward Pepper's bedroom door, which both he and her were now facing, and then he shifted his gaze back to the woman on her knees in front of him. His eyes trailed along the curve of her back, and he marveled at how perfectly she managed to arch her ass up toward him and also dip her midsection.
Her sensuality seemed effortless. This is a woman born to have sex , Peter thought as he spanked her ass and left a red handprint behind on her pale skin. He couldn't believe she'd gone so long without it. But he was so glad it was him who had brought her long sexual drought to an end.
Peter reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Pepper's red hair. He didn't pull on it, but just kept a firm hold — keeping Pepper's head raised and giving himself extra leverage to continue pistoning into her. "Oh, yes! Pull my hair. Fuck me, keep fucking me," Pepper moaned. "You fuck me so good, Peter."
"Yeah? You like my 18-year-old cock, Mrs. Stark?" Peter asked with a smirk as he SMACKED Pepper's ass again. "You like it when I take control and fuck you?"
"Yes! Yes! I love it!" Pepper shouted back. As she did, Peter noticed her shoulders hunch together and heard the sound of his balls slapping her pussy getting wetter. Is she going to cum again? Peter wondered with an undeniable hint of pride. A moment later, he got his answer.
"I'm gonna cum again. Oh god! You're gonna make me cum again," Pepper whined. "How do you do this to me? It's like you're hitting every one of my spots! Oh, Peter! Peter! Pe—"
They both froze at the sound of knocking on Pepper's bedroom door. The knocks were followed by the frustrated turning of Pepper's locked doorknob and a young voice coming from the other side.
"Mommy? Are you awake?" Morgan asked through the door.
Pepper looked back at Peter with a panicked expression. "Uh—Yes, honey! I'm awake!" She mouthed, " We have to stop ," to Peter and tried to move forward and let his cock fall out of her pussy.
But Peter Parker had other ideas.
Before Pepper could escape his grasp, Peter tightened his grip on her hair and pushed her forward while keeping one hand under her hips. Pepper's face consequently ended up pressed into her bedsheets while her ass only rose higher in the air. Peter then quickly rose from his knees to a crouched position so that he was literally standing over Pepper with his cock still partly buried in her warm cunt.
He raised his hips up and then slammed them down — filling Pepper Potts to the brim again with a loud SMACK. "OOOOHHHHHHH!" Pepper involuntarily moaned.
Morgan jiggled Pepper's bedroom doorknob again. "Mommy!? Are you okay!?"
Pepper turned her face as much as she could to look up at Peter. She tried to give him a stern look, but in doing so, she smeared her face in the very pool of her own juices that had splashed onto her bedsheets earlier. Peter just smiled back at her and kept fucking her — unconcerned with being quiet or discreet.
"YES… UGH… I'M… UH… FINEEEEE, SWEETIE," Pepper yelled back in between the sounds of her own unavoidable moans and the smacking of her and Peter's bodies colliding together.
"Are you sure?" Morgan asked again.
"Your mom's fine, Morgan!" Peter called out — masking the frustration in his voice with his usual, cheery tone. "Uncle Peter?" Morgan asked through the door. "What are you doing in there?"
"Oh, nothing," Peter said as he continued pistoning in and out of Pepper's pussy and kept her face pressed into her bedsheets. Whatever anger had once been present in her expression had been fucked away. All that was left was red-faced embarrassment and lip-biting lust. Peter could tell that — after already coming right up to the cliff's edge — Pepper was incredibly close to cumming again.
"I'm just helping your mommy get ready for the day," Peter continued as he SPANKED Pepper's ass again, eliciting another groan. Through half-shut eyes, Pepper added, "That's right, honey! Peter's just helping me with a… UNH… little problem!"
"Okay…" Morgan responded, clearly confused but willing to trust the words of the two unseen adults.
Peter picked up his pace — sweat forming around his temples as Pepper's entire bed began to creak and groan from the intense fucking he was giving her.
"Why don't you go wait for us in the kitchen?" Peter called out as he stared straight into Pepper's eyes. "Me and your mom are just finishing up. We won't be long, and once we're done, I promised your mommy will come right away ."
Peter's extra emphasis on his last three words was accompanied by another spank and a forceful stroke of his cock as he impaled himself all the way in Pepper's tight, spasming cunt. And that was all it took.
Pepper's pussy clamped around him again and juices began to spill past his cock and down her legs as she turned her head and bit her own, cum-soaked bedsheets in order to muffle the scream of pleasure that came roaring out of her throat.
"Okay. Don't take too long!" Morgan replied.
Peter heard the sound of her footsteps departing then as he watched her mom's eyelids flutter open and shut in pure ecstasy. All the while, Peter enjoyed the feeling of towering over Mrs. Stark with his rock-hard cock sheathed inside of her. His balls were boiling. He'd been putting off his own orgasm so long now that he felt like he could let loose a sizable load whenever he wanted.
But he didn't want to cum in Pepper's pussy again. So he waited until her orgasm was done. When it was, Pepper let her bedsheets fall out of her mouth and Peter let go of her head so she could actually turn and make eye contact with him. He pulled his cock out of her cunt at that moment and stood over her.
"You're so bad," she said simply.
"I am," Peter confirmed. "And now it's time for you to return the favor."
He turned Pepper over onto her back, letting her hair swirl around in the same damp, cum-covered part of her sheets that her face was just buried in. He took two steps forward and then kneeled down until he was straddling Pepper Potts' chest.
"Suck my balls," Peter commanded. It was only a second later that he saw Pepper raise her head and begin to do just that.
He felt her tongue swirling around his sack and her lips puckering around one of his testicles before sucking it into her mouth. When Peter moaned, she kept sucking for several seconds before exploring his balls more until she'd puckered her lips around his other. She sucked that one in and licked and slobbered around it for another several sustained seconds.
This went on for a few minutes. Pepper was making out with his ballsack like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. Peter, for his part, was giving himself the chance to mentally capture the sight and sensations of the moment. Here he was with his balls pressed against the Pepper Potts' mouth, and here she was sucking and licking and moaning into them like they were her favorite treat.
It was amazing, and what made it even more so was the loving, satisfied look Pepper was giving Peter as she made love to his balls. She wanted to satisfy him because of how thoroughly he'd satisfied her, and Peter could tell by the look in her eyes that she'd do just about anything in that moment to give him what he wanted.
It was enough to make him cum. So he pulled his balls out of Pepper's sucking mouth and sat back until the tip of his cock was lined up with her mouth. "What do you want?" Peter asked.
"I want you to cum," Pepper told him.
"Beg for it," Peter ordered. "Show me how much you really appreciate my cock."
Pepper smiled. Then she reached up with both of her hands and began to stroke the base of Peter's dick. Her hands never extended to the tip, though. Instead, as she maintained full eye contact with Peter, she leaned up and extended her tongue — lightly rubbing and licking the sensitive underside of his head. A small stream of precum quickly came dribbling out, and Peter watched Pepper dutifully lap it up with her tongue.
"Cum for me, please, Peter. I want you to cum so bad. You've earned it," she whispered as she jerked and licked his cock. "I want to taste your cum. I want you to fill my mouth with your warm seed. I want to feel it swirling around inside my mouth. I want you to drown my tongue and cover my face with your hot, sweet load. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you? Can you?"
Peter gritted his teeth as the familiar sensation of cum building at the base of his cock arrived. "Here it comes," he growled.
"Yes, yes, do it. Cum for me, Peter! Please! I want it so bad," Pepper moaned as she opened her mouth all the way and flattened her tongue — inviting a full morning's helping of his seed.
And that's exactly what he gave her. His cock jerked in her hands and just before his first spurt shot out of the tip, Pepper leaned forward and engulfed his head in a tight vacuum seal with her lips. Her two hands kept jerking him off as he shot stream after stream of his cum into her waiting mouth.
He could see her throat working overtime to swallow and keep up with what he was giving her, but eventually it became too much. He heard Pepper gag and watched her pull away just an inch or so in order to give herself a chance to swallow the cum that had built up in her mouth.
As she did that, Peter's cock shot several more streams of cum onto her cheeks, chin, and closed lips. Peter willed himself to deliver a few extra strands, too, just to make sure that he covered as much of her face as he could.
When he was done, he rolled off of Pepper's chest. She finished swallowing the cum that had been deposited into her mouth and turned to look at him, completely spent. "How was that?" She asked.
"Amazing," Peter responded. "I had no idea you were so dirty, Mrs. Stark."
"Neither did I," she said. "And you should really call me, Pepper, from now on, Peter. I think we've moved past simple formalities."
"I suppose you're right… Pepper," Peter said as he leaned in closer to her. "We really need to do this again – and soon."
"Agreed," Pepper said with a smile as his cum still coated most of her freckled face.
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Morgan was already sitting at the kitchen island when Peter and Pepper walked in. Neither had changed their clothes from the night before, and Pepper's hair was an absolute, sexed-up mess. But if Morgan noticed, she didn't seem to care.
"What took you so long?" She groaned in annoyance.
"Sorry, sweetie," Pepper replied as she walked around the kitchen island and tried to keep her face out of Morgan's view. "Just had a really hard time getting out of bed this morning."
"And that's what you needed Uncle Peter's help with?"
Peter saw Pepper's shoulders hunch, and decided to bail her out. "Your mom just wanted to talk with me about her event last night," he explained. "It was a lot of, you know, grown-up stuff ."
Morgan rolled her eyes but nodded anyway, accepting Peter's explanation. Before either adult had a chance to say anything else, though, Morgan's eyes then narrowed.
"What's all that on your face, mom?"
It was at that moment — fully caught — that Pepper raised her head. Her face, it turned out, was still covered in Peter's cum. She'd wanted to clean it off before coming down, but had acquiesced at Peter's insistence that she not. He wanted to see her wearing him for as long as he could.
Pepper's eyes flitted from her confused daughter to Peter and then back to Morgan. Finally, she swallowed some air and forced herself to relax her shoulders.
"Oh, that's just some of my new moisturizer, sweetie," she offered with a frazzled edge in her voice. "I forgot to finish applying it before I came down. Silly me!"
Peter had to stifle a small, satisfied laugh as he then watched the freshly fucked Pepper Potts rub his cum into her face in small circles.
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When Peter walked back in his apartment door that early afternoon, he found May waiting for him with her hands on her hips and her foot practically tapping. She looked pissed , but Peter had a hard time taking her apparent anger seriously. She was wearing a black sleeveless top that made her tits look amazing, and a tight gray skirt that hugged her waist.
"Where have you been!?" She demanded. "You missed school!"
Peter looked at her, and closed the door behind him with a loud SLAM. He crossed his arms.
"Get on your knees," he ordered in a low voice.
May's back suddenly straightened. Her eyes went wide, as if realizing too late that she'd taken the wrong tone with her master. "I just meant…" she started, but she was cut off by Peter, who simply raised his hand to silence her.
"On your knees," he said again.
May remained frozen in place for several moments, and then, almost imperceptibly, Peter saw her bite her lip. She shakily lowered herself into a kneeling position on their apartment's hardwood floor.
"Crawl to me," Peter commanded. "On all fours."
He watched in delight as May began to do exactly that. He took extra pleasure in watching how she went out of her way to sway her hips as she crawled toward him. When she was finally less than a foot in front of him, May put her hands on her knees and looked up at her master expectantly.
"Pull your skirt up, and spread your knees. I want to see how wet you are for me."
May looked surprised by his command, but not disappointed. He watched as she slowly rolled her tight skirt up past her shapely legs and then her ass. Like the good whore she was, May wasn't wearing any panties again. She'd taken to living by Peter's new rules like she always had been. And Peter could see her cunt spread wide open in between her legs.
Peter smiled and took a step back until he was leaning against their apartment door. "Sit back and touch yourself," he told May.
With a small, exaggerated pout, she lowered herself onto her ass and spread her legs again until she was fully presenting her exposed cunt to Peter. He watched as she licked her own hand and began to touch herself. She let out a small gasp when her fingers came into contact with her clit. Peter didn't know if she'd been wet all along, or only since he'd started commanding her, but he could tell even from where he was standing that she was glistening .
He reached down and slowly unzipped his pants. Taking his time, he pulled out his hard cock and let it hover in front of him. He noted how quickly his aunt's eyes locked onto his meaty member. "Do you want this inside of you?" Peter asked.
May groaned. "Yes. More than anything."
"You want me to shove it in your tight little pussy?"
"YES! Please!"
"You want me to make you scream? To fuck you on the floor right here like you're nothing more than my ready-to-use whore?"
"Yes! Yes! Use me! Cum inside me!"
Peter could see May's hand speeding up as she spoke, rubbing her clit faster and with more ferocity. When he'd walked in, she'd looked like a stern aunt ready to lay down the law. Now she looked like a cock-crazy babe who'd do anything to be fucked again by her hung nephew.
"Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do, May. But first, you're going to cum," Peter promised as he wrapped his own hand around his hard dick and began to slowly stroke it.
May's eyes narrowed into slits and Peter saw her suck in her breath and lick her lips as she stared at his pulsing cock. She kept touching herself, bringing herself closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Ask me where I've been," Peter ordered.
"Where have you been?" May asked through heavy breaths.
"I've been in the countryside… fucking Pepper Potts," he said with a mischevious smile.
He saw May's hand freeze and her mouth drop open. "Keep touching yourself!" Peter demanded in a sharp voice. Immediately, May's hand went back to working on herself, even as he saw her face crinkle in a small cringe.
"That's right, May," Peter continued. "I seduced Mr. Stark's widow last night and I fucked her until she couldn't think straight, just like I did with you. This morning, I did it again."
May's face was turning a deeper shade of red, and Peter could tell that her brain was trying to fight her pussy's natural physical response to her masturbating fingers.
"I want you to imagine that while you touch yourself, May," Peter said. "I want you to imagine me, your nephew, on top of another woman." His eyes fixated on May's pussy — noting the uptick in May's movements again and the way her legs were starting to spasm and shake.
"Does that turn you on?" Peter asked.
May shook her head no, but she didn't say anything. "Yes, it does," Peter countered. "I know how wet it makes you, picturing my cock going in and out of Pepper Potts' pussy. This morning, I pushed her face into her and Mr. Stark's mattress and I fucked her until her legs were shaking under me and I could hear her shouting my name into her bedsheets."
Peter lowered himself onto his knees and kept stroking his dick. It was all for show. He wasn't any closer to cumming now than when he'd first walked in. But he could tell that his actions, along with his words, were achieving the desired effect. May is about to cum , he noted giddily.
"I bet you would have liked to have seen that, wouldn't you, May?" Peter asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "I bet you would have to liked to have watched me take her… drive her crazy with my cock… and turn her into a slut like you."
With a whimper, May yelped and vigorously nodded her head. "…. Yes!… Yes!"
"I bet you would have liked to have crawled over when I was done and licked my cum off her face."
"Oh! OH… Fuck! Fuck!" May suddenly screamed as a spasm coursed through her whole body. Peter watched her fall backward onto the floor as some of her orgasm spilled out of her and onto the wood beneath her. Peter grinned and watched as she helplessly succumbed to her own horniness.
Peter took his hand off his cock and waited until May's breathing had steadied and she was sitting upright again. When she was finally recovered, she was looking up at Peter with a hint of both embarrassment and surprise. All Peter did was smile back at her.
That was, until he snapped his fingers and pointed at his still-hard dick.
"Now, crawl over here and clean Mrs. Stark's pussy off my cock," Peter commanded.
May's eyes went wide again, but this time she didn't say anything in response. Instead, all she did was hesitantly rock forward onto her knees and crawl toward her hung, in-charge nephew. Peter reached down and wrapped May's hair up in one of his hands as he saw her lean her head forward and take his cock into her mouth.
Within moments, Peter was pistoning his cock in and out of his aunt's wet, submissive mouth. The sound of her slobbering and gagging on him were so loud that Peter wondered whether or not they were spilling into their apartment building's hallway. But he didn't care. All he cared about was how willingly and hungrily his Aunt May was cleaning another woman's juices off his cock.
It didn't take him long to cum into May's mouth. He barely gave her a chance to finish swallowing his load, too, before he had her on her back again and was pounding into her pussy with such force that he could hear their bodies smacking against the apartment floor.
He tore her black top open and watched her tits bounce as she writhed in wanton pleasure beneath him.
"That's right. Take my fucking cock, May. This is where you belong, isn't it? Underneath me with my cock inside of you."
"Yes! Yes! This is all I want! Peter! Peter! You're all I want!" May moaned as she licked and kissed his arms, shoulders, and neck.
"And if I want to fuck other women, that's exactly what I'm going to do," Peter told her. "If I want to bring them home with me and have you lick my cum out of their pussies, that's what you're going to do, May. Because you do what I tell you."
"YES! YES! WHATEVER YOU SAY! ANYTHING YOU WANT!" May screamed underneath him. "JUST KEEP GOING, PLEASE! PLEASE! I—I'M—ALMOST—OH—YESSSSS!"
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